Broken soul is my middle name,
While the first goes for hurt,
I am always the looser in the game,
As true as gospel I don't have a heart,
I am not casting any blame,
But be it known, pain is my part.
Why does it rain the heaviest,
To those who deserve the sun?
Why should I be the prettiest,
Then my pain be brought by a son?
Why lie that love is the greatest,
When in heart it does nothing but burn?
I loved him with all my heart,
But he used it against me,
My love for him was exact,
But I still had to pay a fee,
To him I was not his lost part,
And because of this he had to flee.
My life is a total mess,
After straining so much to gain,
My love he had to disgrace;
And without minding my pain,
My love left me for Grace,
All I laboured for is a total vain.
©zari
Z